Awake

Awake, sleeping buds
And come to life
Dull winter’s blade
And sheath her knife.

Breathe, spring time winds
And sweep the world
Of the bitter ice
That upon her was hurled.

Together with the sun
Fall, clean rains
And deliver the land
From winter pains.

Arise sweet grass
And blazing flowers
Come forth green leaves
On spring time bowers.

Awake, my soul
Renew in me
The joy of life
And set me free!